[Today's Anti-Theft Stamp is Puppeteer's first appearance! Speaking of which, this series of "XXXX Lin Sanjiu" titles is really easy to come up with. It saves me the trouble of scratching my head every time. I have decided to use it from now on. Let's see how many Lin Sanjiu titles there are until I can't hold back anymore.]
"Hello everyone, nice to meet you. I'm Puppeteer."
This was the first sentence that the man in the strange outfit said when he walked up to the stage.
What he was stepping on was a container that had been pushed down by the Berets. Just a moment ago, the man who called himself Puppeteer was respectfully welcomed onto the stage by a group of mannequins and mannequins. Although there was no microphone, every word he said was clearly heard by the 219 people in the audience.
The people who walked out of the two containers were forced into neat rows by the mannequins in the center. There were actually more than 219 people.
There were about a dozen people who tried to resist and escape, but their legs were separated from their bodies. They were carried on the mannequins' shoulders and walked down the stage one by one. It seemed like they were showing their bodies to Puppeteer. After the man touched each person's forehead once, he shook his head lightly. The mannequins swung their arms and threw all the people into the dry sea. They didn't care about their lives anymore.
At that moment, there was a man's leg wrapped in jeans lying not far from Lin Sanjiu.
"If you don't want to get hurt, I suggest that you cooperate with me. My request is very simple. There is no need for you to get hurt because of this. "Puppeteer smiled. He sounded very polite.
There was a faint stir in the crowd, but it died away, like the last north wind in spring, before the eyes of the strange people around them.
Puppeteer's eyes darted around. Even though he was still smiling, his eyes were dark.
He was a man of unknown age. When he occasionally raised his hand or moved his leg, he looked like a teenager. However, when he stood still with his arms folded, he looked gloomy and old, as if it was not an exaggeration to say how old he was.
From his clothes, it was hard to tell who he was. His attire was too strange. His upper body was wrapped in strips of black leather, revealing patches of pale and thin skin. It looked like he had torn a leather coat before putting it on.
On his back was a large, bright red ornament that looked like a cockscomb, swaying as he walked. He wore a pair of thigh-high black leather boots.
"I have a question."
His voice was calm, but it caught everyone's attention.
"Which of the 219 of you is a consular officer?"
The crowd fell silent. Those who had a confused look on their faces as if they were trying to get an answer from someone else were probably those who had just evolved. The Hyperthermal Hell was the first new world they had experienced, so they did not know about consular officers yet. Those who kept their heads down and did not speak or had a look of realization on their faces were probably from another world.
After waiting for a quarter of an hour, no one made a sound.
"Oh — as expected, 219 people is still too small." Puppeteer sighed discontentedly. He took a step back and asked, "Alright, so who has any information about consular officers?"
Lin Sanjiu's heart skipped a beat as she thought of Fang Dan. She exchanged a glance with Hu Changzai. Even though she knew that Puppeteer wouldn't be able to find her among the crowd, she couldn't help but lower her head.
The moment she lowered her head, she realized that the legs of the short man standing in front of her were trembling violently.
She was puzzled.
The current situation didn't seem that scary after all.
The short man looked as if he was going to fall at any moment. However, he mustered his courage and spoke in a trembling voice, "Lord … Lord Puppeteer …" His voice was trembling as he said, "Master … Master Puppeteer …"
Even though his voice was not loud, Puppeteer could still hear him from the stage.
"Lord … Puppeteer?
Isn't this guy too much of a bootlicker? "
The man who called himself Puppeteer flashed a mysterious smile, "Go ahead."
"Yes, yes … I have spent four to five months searching for consular officers in this region, but there are rumors that he has gone to the north … You might not be able to find him here," the short man answered with trepidation.
Lin Sanjiu noticed that he mentioned "this region". It made sense. Earth was so big. If there was only one consular officer, the chances of encountering a consular officer were too low.
Puppeteer's smile faded. "Oh," he replied. He turned his head and asked, "Does anyone else have any information about consular officers?"
The crowd remained silent.
"Sigh, alright. It's not that I don't trust you, but I need to check every single one of you to make sure that there are no consular officers hiding. "Puppeteer's voice was still as gentle and polite as ever. As he spoke, he walked down the stage. A group of plastic mannequins immediately followed behind him like bodyguards.
Puppeteer walked to the person in the first row. The young man immediately felt a little wary, "What do you want?"
"Don't be nervous," Puppeteer's tone was gentle as if he was coaxing a child, but everyone could hear him clearly. "I just want to see if you are a consular officer. It won't hurt."
As he spoke, he touched the young man's forehead with lightning speed.
The young man wanted to resist, but before he could even draw his weapon, Puppeteer had already touched him. Indeed, it didn't hurt or itch. The young man stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Puppeteer looked a little disappointed. He ignored the young man and continued to walk to the second person. The young man shouted, "I'm not a consular officer. Can I go now?"
Puppeteer did not turn his head, "Of course, but you have to wait."
As soon as he finished speaking, a plastic mannequin stepped forward and blocked the young man's way. The young man hesitated for a moment.
At that moment, the short man in front of Lin Sanjiu cleared his throat and cursed to himself, "Idiot." He clutched his pants anxiously and looked very nervous. Lin Sanjiu's heart skipped a beat.
Lin Sanjiu had an idea. She lowered her voice and asked, "Hey, which world did you come from?"
The short man was stunned. He turned his head around as if he did not expect someone to talk to him at this time. Even though he was not good-looking, his eyes were very sharp. His gaze lingered on Lin Sanjiu's face for a second before he answered, "Blizzard. You are also from …? "
Lin Sanjiu nodded and said, "Black Death Town."
That was the name she saw on Ren Nan's visa.
The short man replied with an "Oh", "I've been there before. The Black Death City has gradually stabilized … Sigh, I was sent to a rural place like the Hyperthermal Hell. Not only is it inconvenient, I didn't expect …"
Before he could finish his sentence, he shuddered and swallowed the rest of his words.
Lin Sanjiu followed the short man's words and sighed, "That's right. I didn't expect that I would be so unlucky to meet Puppeteer …"
The short man sighed, "So, you know him."
Lin Sanjiu did not let the confusion in her heart show on her face. She only replied, "Yes."
"That's rare. So, you have been to the Twelve Worlds Centrum … Sigh, judging from your expression, I guess you haven't heard the latest news about Puppeteer, right?" The short man seemed to have remembered something. "Oh, by the way, my name is Shen Lianqi. Let's be friends. We might meet in the Twelve Worlds Centrum someday …"
Lin Sanjiu forced herself not to ask what the Twelve Worlds Centrum were. She told the short man his name and asked eagerly, "What's the latest news?"
This sentence reminded Shen Lianqi, and his face turned pale again. "I heard that Puppeteer's ability has leveled up. It's quite strange … Even the few people who are always against Puppeteer have avoided his limelight and teleported to another new world. After all, when one reaches the level of those big shots, it is very difficult to level up! No one knows what will happen in the future. Everyone is watching the situation closely. Ahem, what does such a big thing have to do with small fries like us? I just didn't expect that he would come to this backwater … "
Even though there were many things that she did not understand, Lin Sanjiu quickly memorized every word that the short man said. After thinking for a while, she chose a question that was most likely to make Shen Lianqi speak. "What do you think Puppeteer is trying to do today?"
"Sigh, I'm just guessing." Shen Lianqi's gaze followed Puppeteer's figure closely. Every time Puppeteer touched a person's forehead, a mannequin would appear next to that person. He moved about uneasily and said, "I heard that those followers at his side disappeared for a period of time a while ago. When they appeared again, they had already become dummies. They couldn't even take the initiative to smile, but their abilities were still preserved."
"As you know, these mannequins don't have the ability to evolve. If it weren't for the Munitions Factory, no matter how many of them there are, they would just be vegetables. Rumor has it that with his current ability, he can already turn living people into puppets. That's why he wants to gather more living people to get rid of the Munitions Factory. However, it's not easy to make a move in the Twelve Worlds Centrum, so he came to these newly formed apocalyptic worlds. "
When Shen Lianqi started talking about the big events and gossip that he was passionate about, he talked non-stop. He did not notice that Lin Sanjiu and her companions, who were listening with bated breath, suddenly turned pale.
"You mean, he wants to turn all 219 people into his puppets?"
Shen Lianqi did not reply. After a while, he mumbled, "Sigh, let's see how it goes … If it really doesn't work, we can escape with our own abilities."
Lin Sanjiu looked at Puppeteer, who was not far away, with uncertainty in her eyes. She exchanged glances with her companions. 'This Shen Lianqi seems to have been through many worlds, so he must have a few trump cards. But how are we going to escape?'
Puppeteer was very fast. In just a short while, he had already examined nearly a hundred people. He was not far away from Lin Sanjiu and her companions. As the bright red cockscomb came closer, the creaking sound of Puppeteer's leather became clearer as he walked.
"Lil Jiu, I suddenly remembered something," B.Rabbit's voice suddenly rang in Lin Sanjiu's ears, "Isn't he going to touch everyone's forehead?"
Lin Sanjiu was stunned for a moment, but she immediately understood.
"Your Usu poison can kill him in a few seconds. What do we have to be afraid of?"
B.Rabbit's voice rang in the ears of all three of them at the same time, and they immediately relaxed. Lin Sanjiu was so preoccupied with Puppeteer and the Twelve Worlds Centrum that she almost forgot about the Usu poison in their bodies. Since the plastic models were Puppeteer's ability, as long as he was dead, they would no longer be a threat.
With this confidence, when Puppeteer removed his finger from Shen Lianqi's forehead, Lin Sanjiu even hoped that he would quickly extend his hand to her.
Puppeteer took a step forward and stood in front of Lin Sanjiu. He narrowed his eyes and sized her up.
At such a close distance, Puppeteer's face was so strange that it was terrifying. His narrow eyes were surrounded by a ring of golden powder, which glistened under the rays of the setting sun. Even though he was tall, his skin was pale and his body was thin, so he did not look intimidating at all.
Puppeteer smiled gently and raised a finger.
Lin Sanjiu held her breath.
His finger went all the way to her forehead and stopped a few millimeters away from her skin.
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